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Septic
clogged pipes and i'm all alone
if bricks make houses
then tell me what makes a home?
a flush
that just won't erase
a love
that i will never taste
sitting here wondering
how much longer i can last
this pain is defeating me
and i'm haunted by my past
so in my face
such disgrace
rivers of tears
stain my cheeks when i'm
alone
love truely is what makes a home
the truth is
i'm not ok
please don't let me run away
